The Quest for Immortality

This Evil Embryo is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Its appearance is that of a pitch-black infant, somewhat resembling the one Mo Hua had slain before, but obviously larger, with more malformed limbs, and an aura more chaotic, mingled with countless resentments, sorrows, and malice.

At the moment, it is staring at Mo Hua with a cold expression, eyes ferocious.

Mo Hua also gazed at it.

In the pitch-black and turbid nightmare, a golden figure and a filthy black Evil Baby silently stared at each other.

It is unclear how much time passed before the Evil Baby’s expression suddenly turned savage, opening a mouth full of jagged teeth, eyes blood red, pointing at Mo Hua with its right hand, murmuring in a strange voice.

Mo Hua frowned, unaware of its intention, but then noticed the black mist surging around, the blood color vibrating.

The ground bulged everywhere, black water condensed, manifesting into one figure after another.

The figures seemed like Demon Monsters, but upon closer inspection, they were not ”Demon Monsters,” but actual ”humans,” one after another, tragically deceased.

Their clothes were tattered, limbs severed, faces full of blood and tears, enslaved, dominated, filled with countless grievances, struggling toward Mo Hua.

Hands grabbed Mo Hua, mouths bit into Mo Hua’s body.

Tremendous pain ensued.

This pain was not merely physical, but also interwoven with countless cultivators’ repression and torment in life, and sorrow and despair in death.

Mo Hua’s expression changed, pinching his fingers, yet no fireball appeared at the fingertips.

With a thought, no Formation constructed around. Grasping his palm, no Sword of Divine Thought emerged.

As if in this nightmare, he was merely a frail, humble low-level cultivator. .

He had no cultivation, no spells, no formations, no sword techniques, nothing, helpless and desperate in the face of catastrophe.

More and more of the tragically deceased climbed beside Mo Hua, gnawing at Mo Hua’s body.

The pain of life and despair of death seeped into Mo Hua’s entire body like venom.

Pain intensified, with Mo Hua losing all strength, beginning to feel cold and hopeless.

Just when he was being torn apart by these half-human, half-ghost Demon Monsters, sinking into boundless pain, about to be submerged by the Corpse Mountain, a clarity suddenly arose, and his Taoist Heart was suddenly purified anew.

Mo Hua suddenly woke up.

”Fake... It’s all fake.”

”This weak, powerless, humble low-level cultivator is not me.”

”I am Mo Hua. I have the Divine Thought of Dao Hua, my own Dao. Hundreds and thousands of formations mastered, incorporated into myself, Divine Thought into sword both slays the self and the Evil Demon.”

Mo Hua’s gaze grew increasingly firm, radiating a sword-like brilliance.

He clasped his palms.

Between his palms, a wisp of Sword Intent twisted, flickered, and emerged constantly, continuously breaking through a certain limit of thought, shattering a certain nightmare rule...

Finally, a slight sound, cracks spread all over Mo Hua’s body.

Mo Hua grasped with his right hand, and Golden Light burst forth, the sword revealed its edge.

He held the Sword of Divine Thought, the first sword, slashing toward himself.

The golden sword light flashed, directly shattering his ”Divine Thought Incarnation.”

But what was severed was not himself, but that weak, powerless, desperate, humble cultivator who could only die tragically in the face of catastrophe.

What was severed was the nightmare rules that assigned him a ”self” through deception and enchantment.

The false self extinguished, the true self returned, and Mo Hua’s consciousness cleared instantly.

The nightmare’s rules were broken.

All the Divine Thought Power of Mo Hua returned fully to his body.

The Sword of Divine Thought in his hand gleamed with flowing light, the Sword Qi surged, Mo Hua swung his arm, the Sword Qi drew a brilliant golden light, like a river bursting its banks, sweeping through.

All the half-human, half-ghost Demon Monsters were severed at the waist, annihilated by the golden sword light, reduced to ashes.

The blackness in the nightmare was swept clean.

Mo Hua turned his head, staring firmly ahead.

That malformed and strong ”Evil Baby” ahead still gazed ferociously at Mo Hua.

Mo Hua did not go to slash this ”Evil Baby.”

For he knew, what lay before him was merely an ”illusion,” something that fundamentally did not exist, a kind of Power of Cause and Effect.

It was like a ”anchor point” of cause and effect, from which nightmares and Demon Monsters arose, but it was never really there.

The nightmare’s rules were broken, Mo Hua’s consciousness gradually cleared, the nightmare dissipated, and the form of the Evil Baby was also gradually disappearing.

Yet the Evil Embryo still watched Mo Hua...

When Mo Hua entered the dream, it watched Mo Hua; as Mo Hua was engulfed by Demon Monsters, it watched Mo Hua; as Mo Hua broke the nightmare, slashing the Demon Monsters with one sword, it still watched Mo Hua; now, as the nightmare is about to dissipate, it continues to watch Mo Hua.

Its pupils were hollow and pitch black, threaded with blood, looking sinister and terrifying.

Until the nightmare completely dissipated, and Mo Hua awoke from the nightmare, those blood-red eyes remained imprinted in his mind.

Mo Hua opened his eyes.

He found the Spiritual Ink spilt on the desk, ink seeping into the Formation Paper, the marks still wet.

The nightmare came quickly, and left just as swiftly.

From entering the dream to awakening from it, not much time had passed.

Mo Hua tidied up the desk, wiped the ink stains, organized the scrolls, then sat at the desk, frowning in deep thought.

”Why did I have this nightmare?”

Was it because the previous Evil Embryo wasn’t completely slain? Or did the cause and effect linger after slaying the Evil Embryo?

Or perhaps it’s because I met that ’young master’, personally seeing the poppy-like fallen Heavenly Mechanism Chain, causing the cause and effect to start operating subtly?

”Why was this nightmare different from those before? In the dream, it was as if I was no longer myself, could this also be the capability of the Evil God?”